I love you so much.
See you at five, OK?
Just about time I think the two of you are making progress, something like this comes up.
Do you want to tell me about it?
"Well, you did tell him you would come down," she said.
I know it still galls you that he was willing to help pay for your college education, but not Katie's.
You and Jonathan wanted to go.
"But Jim knows his business all right--don't you, Jim?" patting the long nose of the animal.
Didn't you feel the ground shake?
"You don't weigh as much as you ought to, Jim," remarked the girl, shaking her head as she looked at the animal.
I remember you very well.
"Didn't know what land it was, my son," returned the other, with a pleasant smile; "and, to be honest, I didn't mean to visit you when I started out.
Sorry to have troubled you; but it couldn't be helped.
Here is another person descended from the air to prove you were wrong.
"Never mind, my little fellows," said Mr. Lincoln "I will put you in your own cozy little bed."
"Do you remember those birds?" said Mr. Speed.
Where have you been?
"General, you are in danger here," said an officer who was riding with him.
But since you wish to hear my part, And urge me to begin it, I'll strive for praise with all my heart, Though small the hope to win it.
"You may choose any subject that you like best," said the teacher.
"Well," said the teacher, "you can write words, can you not?"
After reading my arguments, you may or may not believe the future I describe is inevitable, as I say it is.
And you may even—reasonably, optimistically—think it to be quite likely.
If you happen to live in the United States, as I do, optimism should be coursing through your very veins.
You may come to America and be poor, but if you work hard, your children will have a better life and a better opportunity.
Everywhere you turned, people were speculating about, or building models of, the "House of Tomorrow," the "Car of Tomorrow," or the "Workplace of Tomorrow."
But what about a reasoned belief based on a balanced look at both history and current reality that leads you to be optimistic?
If you had been born in Egypt in 2570 BC, during the reign of Khufu, as the Great Pyramid of Giza was being built, you would have turned twenty in 2550 BC.
Then in simpler words than these, which at that time I could not have understood, she explained: You cannot touch the clouds, you know; but you feel the rain and know how glad the flowers and the thirsty earth are to have it after a hot day.
You cannot touch love either; but you feel the sweetness that it pours into everything.
I do not feel each letter any more than you see each letter separately when you read.
You revel in their fine thoughts.
At last the dreaded hour arrives, and you are a favoured being indeed if you feel prepared, and are able at the right time to call to your standard thoughts that will aid you in that supreme effort.
You ransack your budget of historic facts much as you would hunt for a bit of silk in a rag-bag.
You are sure it is somewhere in your mind near the top--you saw it there the other day when you were looking up the beginnings of the Reformation.
Some of you, we all know, are poor, find it hard to live, are sometimes, as it were, gasping for breath.
I have no doubt that some of you who read this book are unable to pay for all the dinners which you have actually eaten, or for the coats and shoes which are fast wearing or are already worn out, and have come to this page to spend borrowed or stolen time, robbing your creditors of an hour.
It is hard to have a Southern overseer; it is worse to have a Northern one; but worst of all when you are the slave-driver of yourself.
According to Evelyn, "the wise Solomon prescribed ordinances for the very distances of trees; and the Roman prÃ¦tors have decided how often you may go into your neighbor's land to gather the acorns which fall on it without trespass, and what share belongs to that neighbor."
You may say the wisest thing you can, old man--you who have lived seventy years, not without honor of a kind--I hear an irresistible voice which invites me away from all that.
"What!" exclaimed the Indian as he went out the gate, "do you mean to starve us?"
You will export such articles as the country affords, purely native products, much ice and pine timber and a little granite, always in native bottoms.
But I warn you, if you don't tell me that this means war, if you still try to defend the infamies and horrors perpetrated by that Antichrist--I really believe he is Antichrist--I will have nothing more to do with you and you are no longer my friend, no longer my 'faithful slave,' as you call yourself!
I see I have frightened you--sit down and tell me all the news.
If you have nothing better to do, Count (or Prince), and if the prospect of spending an evening with a poor invalid is not too terrible, I shall be very charmed to see you tonight between 7 and 10--Annette Scherer.
First of all, dear friend, tell me how you are.
You are staying the whole evening, I hope?
"I think," said the prince with a smile, "that if you had been sent instead of our dear Wintzingerode you would have captured the King of Prussia's consent by assault.
Will you give me a cup of tea?